David and Thomas Pt. 1
The heavy thick door to the boys locker room loomed over me. I wrapped my gloved hand around it, the feeling of the glove tightening uncomfortably around my fingers. Despite the size of the doors they opened quite easily with a little squeaking coming from the aged hinges. I pulled the large, gray, chemical filled cart around me so it was holding the door open in front of me.
Before I even entered the locker room the heavy musky smell of body sweat, soap, and useless cologne came out in a large wave, or so it seemed. I pushed the cart in first, if the smell was deadly one of the chemicals had to explode.
My footsteps echoed off the bare cement walls and floor, giving the large room a deeper feel. This was my punishment. Cleaning. I let out a small chuckle, did they really think this would teach me a lesson? Cleaning was the easiest thing to do, I can imagine harder things for me to do.
Pushing the cart I made my way though the small and narrow hallway leading to the core of locker room. It was hotter inside and more humid, a dripping shower head seemed the only thing that moved, everything was still, frozen.
I made my way past the W shaped locker areas, they were more like sections of lockers. The school board thought of making it raked on seniority, the older kids got the farther back they got. I was almost to the back, one more year.
I remember the first time I came into here, my freshmen year. It was first time I saw real naked men, they were showering. Of course I looked away from the showers and stared blankly ahead of me, I still had to find my locker. Quickly I scanned the lockers, finding mine right in the middle of first section.
The showers were across the middle section, so I was able to grab quick glances of the guys in the showers and duck away. This worked for that year and the next. Sophomores and freshmen shared the same area, and lockers.
This year was harder, the guys were my age and right behind me. Most of them were good looking but, one stuck out from the rest. His name was David Williams, he was handsome and perfectly built. Me and him were good friends, met though a friend. I'd stare at him while he would shower, it wasn't wrong I just liked looking at him.
When I did look at him all I could do was stare in awe. The water from the shower head would land on his chest and trickle down his stomach and onto his legs. I admired everything he was made of, his dark brown hair and green eyes, his sun-kissed skin and broad shoulders. It seemed he was made perfectly from a Greek God, everything on his was beautiful. Sometimes I secretly wished I was the water, to run myself across his skin, to feel him next to, breathing on me. I would never go into the shower myself, mind you, I wasn't as beautiful as the other boys there. Surely I wouldn't be noticed but, I didn't want to hurt my pride.
I bent down and picked up a heavy powder in a rounded container. The worn and yellowed paper that barely stuck to the front said "Locker Rooms" in small typed letters. Little water stains outlined the words, giving the already antique paper a more fragile appearance. I carefully lifted the container off the cart and on to the floor, it was heavier then it looked; took me entirely by surprise. Upon setting next to the cart I removed the lackluster, metal pail and stood up, my back cracking at this swift movement, and I walked over to the dripping shower head.
My shoes, which were worn and in much need of repair, made the same sticking sounds as when I walked in annoying me a little. When I reached the dripping shower head I put the pails handle over the small neck and twisted the cold, wet handle having the water come out of the shower head at full force, almost knocking the pail off. It was only moments before the pail was full, turning off the water I lifted the now heavy pail of water back to the cart. I set it down and proceed to pour the heavy powder into the water.
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